A Poem of Rain comes pouring int he form of tears

The Rains come pouring in the form of tears

When the tears come in raining and the sadness won't just fade away

She sits on the porch a rocking  thinking how will I make it through another day

The darkness of the heavy clouds seems to fit her mood to a tee

She doesn't know what she's gonna do  but has to move to be free

She cries everyday when the sickness comes cradling at her door

The pain so strong  it has brought her to her knees on the floor

When you can't wake up without numbness and swelling

When your neck hurts so bad that your face does the telling

Movement is the only thing that reduces pain to a little degree

Her sadness comes in many ways of who she was and is today

Such a difference an illness makes that brings a person down to stay

So difficult for her to manage life's everyday chores without a frown

She falsely runs head on overlooking the knotting limbs her pain that pounds

Pain that cascades and seizes her sometimes takes her over the sound of her cry

She fights to move one more day and looks into the night's outer rim

When the ones you love stresses knowing your plight and your heart pains

It hurts to see the questions in the eyes the un-surety that cannot be disguised

At times it makes you feel you truly are alone no where to go, cannot roam

The search tells what is happening within usually all are hurting yes even them

Out of nowhere a twig brings her to her knees causing more pain and even less sleep

Work comp says it is not their claim; it is no good as other conditions are to blame

How do you fight when you are already so sick?

Through no fault of your own with bills getting deeper still

This fall caused everything to shift within, compressed, inflamed and possibly fractured

One day, pain meds helped a little; the next break through pain caused everyone to tear

No help out there no where in sight what is she to do now that there is no life

You remember that there are others just like you people need an ear someone to talk to

Remember the family a loved one you hold, a son, daughter or precious little grandchild untold

Remember your animals who needs you so, your precious dog, cat, bird, cow or goat

Whatever gives you some form of pleasure in life focus your hold on them and less on strife..

Admittedly there are days where all the good thoughts are random and slow

Where I hunt to find anything to smile about

All the little tricks float about unable to unfold

Where the pain overrides all that matters in life

I can't help but wonder will I make it through another night

One day at a time is all I can do

I turn on the light as the pain momentum moves through..

I am a fighter and my story is real, it sucks most times but this is my drill

With Faith in God, my family and friends pets to love and sky above

One day at a time is the only way I can go it softens the pain just not always enough..

Bonniegirl 10/24/09